quejimenez: a slow, poetic life in my garden & fiber arts studio
@quejimenez.bsky.social
Musings of a nerdy/artistic Black woman, former SAHM, Homeschooling, gardening wife/mama/artist turned PhD, FT Professor & Womanist scholar. Sharing my efforts to embrace a slower pace amongst the chaos & hurry of academia.
What a cute pup and quilt! 💓
January 24, 2025 at 4:56 PM
What a cute pup and quilt! 💓
That part! Folks don’t recognize how expensive it is out here in these California streets. I’m in the IE and can’t go back/afford home. My mama’s 1 B/1ba is just $1k off my mortgage.
December 22, 2024 at 10:34 PM
That part! Folks don’t recognize how expensive it is out here in these California streets. I’m in the IE and can’t go back/afford home. My mama’s 1 B/1ba is just $1k off my mortgage.
I need to get my self into the gym. It’s going to be torture the first week back. 🥹
December 13, 2024 at 10:35 PM
I need to get my self into the gym. It’s going to be torture the first week back. 🥹
Beautiful and Brave!!
December 11, 2024 at 4:13 PM
Beautiful and Brave!!
December 10, 2024 at 1:42 PM
A use for the 16 years I put my dreams, goals, & ambitions on hold to #homeschool him & his sister.
A use for my love of trap, rap, sonnets, & literature.
A use for all the times I felt invisible as a housing-insecure 20-year old refusing to throw away my poetry books.
A use for South Central.
A use for my love of trap, rap, sonnets, & literature.
A use for all the times I felt invisible as a housing-insecure 20-year old refusing to throw away my poetry books.
A use for South Central.
December 10, 2024 at 1:37 PM
A use for the 16 years I put my dreams, goals, & ambitions on hold to #homeschool him & his sister.
A use for my love of trap, rap, sonnets, & literature.
A use for all the times I felt invisible as a housing-insecure 20-year old refusing to throw away my poetry books.
A use for South Central.
A use for my love of trap, rap, sonnets, & literature.
A use for all the times I felt invisible as a housing-insecure 20-year old refusing to throw away my poetry books.
A use for South Central.
A use for all the countless nights I spent writing through the night only to have to get up & teach all day.
A use for my #menopause body up with #insomnia
A use for my #grief of Nikki Giovanni’s transition.
A use for my body, creating & nourishing his—all those nights nursing him alone.
A use for my #menopause body up with #insomnia
A use for my #grief of Nikki Giovanni’s transition.
A use for my body, creating & nourishing his—all those nights nursing him alone.
December 10, 2024 at 1:30 PM
A use for all the countless nights I spent writing through the night only to have to get up & teach all day.
A use for my #menopause body up with #insomnia
A use for my #grief of Nikki Giovanni’s transition.
A use for my body, creating & nourishing his—all those nights nursing him alone.
A use for my #menopause body up with #insomnia
A use for my #grief of Nikki Giovanni’s transition.
A use for my body, creating & nourishing his—all those nights nursing him alone.
Our 26 minute phone call ended with him saying, “thank you, again” and “I love you.” Moms of newly minted 20-year-old boys know how rare those words are.
I love his mind even when it challenges me with his will to grow up so fast and be his own man, when I miss my sweet little boy.
I love his mind even when it challenges me with his will to grow up so fast and be his own man, when I miss my sweet little boy.
December 10, 2024 at 1:24 PM
Our 26 minute phone call ended with him saying, “thank you, again” and “I love you.” Moms of newly minted 20-year-old boys know how rare those words are.
I love his mind even when it challenges me with his will to grow up so fast and be his own man, when I miss my sweet little boy.
I love his mind even when it challenges me with his will to grow up so fast and be his own man, when I miss my sweet little boy.
Feeling gutted. Her poetry was the universe to me as a 20-year old.
December 10, 2024 at 4:00 AM
Feeling gutted. Her poetry was the universe to me as a 20-year old.
Oh my word! What is the name? I love Hellebores—waiting for mine to bloom. 💗
December 10, 2024 at 3:55 AM
Oh my word! What is the name? I love Hellebores—waiting for mine to bloom. 💗
Did you know Amoeba has a deal if you see the play you get a discount on the vinyl? So cool! We’re vinyl heads.
December 8, 2024 at 8:01 PM
Did you know Amoeba has a deal if you see the play you get a discount on the vinyl? So cool! We’re vinyl heads.
My daughter wants to go back—both of them loved it. We’ll go early this week. She’s so excited to see the play. Her birthday is in Jan. and they have a showing on her birthday—so we’ll go. Her birthday tradition is Pantages for a play!
December 8, 2024 at 8:00 PM
My daughter wants to go back—both of them loved it. We’ll go early this week. She’s so excited to see the play. Her birthday is in Jan. and they have a showing on her birthday—so we’ll go. Her birthday tradition is Pantages for a play!